All My Friends Have Jobs

All my friends have jobs
And I've got nothing to do
I hope that your boss dies
So that I
Can drink this bottle with you

We can push him off a cliff
Or we can throw him down a well
Or I can do it myself
Don't worry bout me
Already going to hell

Oh it's just me and this bottle
And we're a pitiful sight
So I'll cut the brakes
On your boss's car
And we can drink all night

Think I can rig the elevator
A fatal calamity with a stapler
Why don't you call in sick
Your boss is a dick
And we can feed him to the gators

Maybe there's poison in his coffee
A trip and fall into the shredder
Toss his body in the sea
Then you'll come drink with me and
Make this cheap booze taste better

All my friends have jobs
And I've got nothing to do
I hope that your boss dies
So that I
Can drink this bottle with you

All my friends have jobs
Oh it's true
All I want, All I want, All I want's
To drink this bottle with you



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Orehovec
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